#cops!au

au, once again.

cops, partners... not only at work

Makes au for my own ocs: I am my own fandom. 

But yeah, typical buddy cop au for Mr. S, Rita, and Odin? I forgot what brought it on but I mentioned something about it, then went thru with and doodled stuff up for it. Mr. S is like, the new rookie, that the more experienced and weathered cop, Odin has to deal with. Rita’s also grouped with them, she drives the car obviously. Odin is like...pretty much awful. In his canon he’s honestly not all that nice? But he’d be 10 times worse in this AU. 

“Getting coffee for the bae, I see.”

Louis’ voice brings his focus back on reality. There’s a knowing smirk on his face that Zayn happily, although tiredly, returns.

He roams his hands on her torso, follows the curves of her waist with his fingers, makes his fingertips climb up her rib bones one by one, squeezes her nipples between them and relishes on the hiss she lets out, sharp nails polished in red digging crescent moon shapes under the wings tattooed on his chest.

In a quick snap she groans and picks up speed. His hands automatically go her lower back, urging her on. Soft whines ripping from her throat fill the room, working in perfect symphony with his small grunts and the sound of skin slapping on skin, sliding in a sweaty dance.

She’s all soft curves, parted lips, and messy hair fallen over her face. She’s shining skin, pleasured noise, and ragged exhales of breath. She’s what the Greeks referred to when they worshipped the human body and its beauty. She’s, overall, the exact representation of why he likes them on top.

Her nails dig deeper into his skin, hard enough to make him hiss. Knowing she’s close, he holds on tighter to her body as his own orgasm coils somewhere near his gut, grunting encouraging words that get lost in a mix of curses and breathless laughter when the first notes of Shot For Me play loudly from his phone.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” she grunts, attempting at a tighter grip on his torso by placing her hands on his ribs now. He’s gonna enjoy discovering all the marks left on his body come morning.

“I wouldn’t but-,” he breaks out over Drake’s ‘‘cause nobody ever did it like me’, feeling too hot all over and finally pushing over the edge when she raises one hand to tug on his hair.

Fifteen seconds are long enough to catch some air, he figures, and with the same finesse he’s had to use to knock rebellious punks to the ground when they refuse to listen, he pushes her off his body and trips on the way to the door where his pants ended up getting thrown. Finally, his phone gets dug out of the back pocket.

“Malik,” he wheezes, doubling over in a failed attempt to regain his breath.

“You sound out of breath, are you okay?”

A smile splits his face before he can stop it. He swallows a couple of times. “Yeah, I just- Had to run from the shower to the kitchen to grab the phone. Is everything alright?”

There’s static noise on the other end, like the phone is being pushed against fabric. The voice returns a second after the click of a door being shut is heard. “I just walked by the Captain’s office. It’s the Johnsons.”

Zayn breathes in through his nose, lets it out slowly. “How long until the call?”

“Two minutes tops. Cowell was setting everything up with Payne.”

“You on it too?”

“Have been since the beginning, haven’t I? I was about to fetch a cup of coffee before heading home-”

“Yuck. And you drink that shit?” he asks, pulling a face that only the girl lying on the bed three feet away from him can see. Her snort reaches his ears, and, yeah, he had almost forgotten she was there. “You know better than that, Niall.”

Rustling happens on the other side of the line, Niall’s probably changing his phone from one ear to the other. “I just needed something to keep me awake during the bus ride home. But there's no coffee left and now I gotta wait for the foursome to arrive.”

“Speaking of, how bad is it? Jones’ bad or Smith’s bad?”

“‘Father killed mother in front of older kid’ bad.”

“McDermott’s then. Shit.”

“I know.”

Looking down, he notices the spent condom still hanging from him. He takes it off with a grimace and moves to the bathroom to dispose it on the trash, washing his hands afterwards for good measure. “I’m picking up some good coffee for you on the way over,” his phone rests pressed between ear and shoulder as he aimlessly looks for his boxers. He finds them hanging from Diane’s, Dahlia’s, Diana’s? finger, look on her face saying she’s clearly not amused at the interruption.

“Anything else you need?” Zayn adds, murmuring a soft thanks to the girl before sliding the black fabric up his legs, quickly followed by washed out denim. The Johnsons are a regular now, and one glance to the clock on the bedside table flashes 2:16 AM in bold, red numbers. They won’t mind he shows up in casual clothing instead of a fancy suit.

“Not really,” Niall replies. The tone of his voice reveals he’s at that point of exhaustion where he’ll pass out on his couch at any second and wake up with a serious case of stiff neck that’ll have him pouting and looking like a sad puppy throughout the day, and Zayn would be more worried about how he’s able to recognize it just by hearing Niall speak if he hadn’t come in terms with his crush for his workmate a few weeks ago.

“Donuts it is then,” he smiles, imagining Niall doing the same on the other side because Niall smiles at everything and enjoys life a little too much at times and that’s what makes him such a good therapist and why kids love him. “I’ll get a couple of Nutella ones, just for you.”

Sure enough, the smile is present on his voice when he says, “You’re something else, Malik.”

"I know my way to a man's heart. You should've dated me when you had the chance."

"Don't let Breslin hear you say that."

"Please. Set up the day and time for the paint fight and I'll be there to kick his ass." He hopes it comes out jokingly because he mostly is. It’s not like Niall isn’t aware of his disdain for ‘Bressie’ anyways.

"We're not doing that again. Cowell wasn't happy the last time."

"That's because he lost. Serves him right for teaming up with Breslin."

"Hey, I was on that team too!"

Zayn smiles wider at the memory of blinding sun shining on Niall’s hair but still not as bright as his smile, flushed cheeks and pout in place as he was forced to leave the field. "And believe me when I say it made me really sad to put three green globs at your chest plate."

"I bet you say that to all the girls."

"Nope. Just to fake-blond Irish guys with offices stuffed with teddy bears and plush toys whom I need to use as collateral damage for my team to win the annual Boston PD paintball tournament.” He waits a beat and then adds, “Come on. One little date. I promise to behave."

Niall sighs. "Zayn-"

“Zayn,” Daria? sing songs, loud enough for his phone to catch on. Zayn knows it did when Niall’s voice takes a turn to steely instead of smiley and says, “Oh. You were busy. And Cowell must be cursing whoever's keeping your phone occupied. Talk to you at the station."

The line goes dead, making Zayn chuckle because Niall always gets that tone when he finds out about him sleeping around. So silly.

"What was that?" the girl asks. Her name has something to do with D but that’s as far as Zayn’s brain goes. It’ll come to him soon enough. Until then, he’ll resort to calling her Dee when necessary to avoid awkward situations.

"Oh that? That was just Niall," he chuckles again, thinking of how silly and adorable Niall is.

She sighs, long and pained as if going through an awful experience. " Why do I even bother sleeping with you if you only want to sleep with him?"

He feels caught in the lights for a second, but masks it as well as he can, with a grin and a tilt of his head. Of course she would catch on. She’s a smart girl, one of the reasons why he likes her. Still, it’s better to not let anything give away until the right moment comes. "Me? Nah. I just like to mess with the guy."

Her eyebrows shoot up to her hairline, obviously not falling for it. "What?”, he adds, defensively. “Breslin is an asshole from Narcotics. Absolute narcissist douchebag. Niall is too good for him."

"Uh huh. And you're just convincing Niall to leave him because you're a caring friend and only want the best for him."

His cover falters but doesn’t break. There’s also a reason why he works in the Force. He doesn’t back down without a fight. "Exactly!"

She sighs again and gets up to get dressed, stopping midway towards her clothes lying somewhere near his to pat his shoulder in a condescending manner that he absolutely does not appreciate. "When you take the blindfold off your eyes, give me a call. Just so I can say 'I told you so'."